J.R. Blackwell (blackwell) wrote,
J.R. Blackwell
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The Blood Rage

Dear John,

I am leaving you. You’ve been a prick, and now its over.

I’m taking your cat John, because I know what you did to the kittens, and I can’t stand the thought of leaving an animal, vicious bitch though she may be, alone with you. I’ll be putting her to sleep like any decent human being would. How you kept her living in that state I’ll never understand.

I’m running off with Cora. I don’t like her so much, but since she’s your best friend, I thought I could put up with her long enough to take her away from you. Besides, the memory of what you did to and with your privates has turned me off to the notion of sex with other men forever.

I took the cash, the diamonds and the drugs – it was blood money baby – my blood, my money. I don’t think that even your anus mouth could argue that.

You’re packed in ice because I took your liver. If you’re smart, you’ll use the cell phone on the toilet to call the authorities. If you’re kind, you’ll be a decent fuck and die.

-M
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